Dahlia Thick
The Part 27
That morning, I left earlier than usual. My workplace will hold a welcome break for the new principal. Some people are preoccupied with their respective activities. Me with Mega always juxtaposed together to handle a task, they the taskmaster know I always go hand in hand together. So did Miss Rose with Aisyah, they were juxtaposed together to carry out the task in the catring section. It's just between the two of them, now tucked one name is Angga. The togetherness of Angga and Aisyah not long ago, made them more intimate.
My eyes looked at the pentri, there seemed to be two lovebirds. Not long after, my eyes crept a little further into the hall area. On that stage, I saw the two lovebirds were so busy. One carried a snack box, and one tidied to a table table lined up in front of the stage. On the stage there is a pulpit and a long table. Those who are concerned in their field, will be on the stage one by one. While Mega and I became sexy show, who insist want to direct a successful event. Our part of the task is to spearhead the success of this event, because this section becomes the most important focus that is demonstrated. The demands of the show must be neat, the host must be cool, and the filler of child representatives must also look great.
“Mel, mikeup where?” Mega said from a distance by waving her hand, for me to approach her.
“In bag, search aja!” I replied by explaining the shape of the mikeup that was put in the container.
Although far away, but his voice was loud without shouting, while I was still very busy with my view towards the stage. There's the MC and they're both passing through here and there.
“Why is my attention still on them? Please eliminate, God! I'm sure this isn't jealousy!” whispered my heart that distracts a little from the sidelines of my busyness in the building.
Before this time, there were several other times. Who once talked to me about the closeness of both of them. Don't you know how to like each other? Or Angga who deliberately did this to attract his attention to me.
“Waduh, just deserve from here!Want to stimulate jealousy out?”said Mega who was upset because of earlier busy with children whose faces had to be cleaned.
“Don't be sad, I'm just testing. MC for the show!” I said with a little defense.
“No reason, MC it is Temperature. Dech, you help me. Rest assured where the soul mate is not. Ha hahaha..!”.said Mega who was still mocking me with the reason I was looking for earlier. Dragging my hand to the 4th grade room, which was full of artist's children. They were printed to be artists within a day, with 3 weeks of practice to fill that acra.
“Tuh there are 15 more children who have not been made up, help!” mega's expression forced me to scratch my hands into my hair because it didn't itch.
MC is indeed the temperature, he is an art teaching staff who also works freelan in the famous private radio area of Cikarang. Opening or closing the show is the champion, if only the reason I made did not exist. When it comes to artist children, their children become artists a day to decorate the stage in the hall. They are polished in red, pink, blue, orange and black. For children who perform role art. Children are amazing spirit, there are introductory cheers to just warm up.
Damn, even though my hands were combing the hair of a 3rd grader. But my eyes were still fixed on that very familiar couple. “God, why am I uncomfortable making it! Arrhhhhhh, just leave it!”
“It's done, ma'am?” ask the boy cheerfully.
“Udah, top dech!” I revealed to the boy who was curious about the results of the hair bond that was still not good.
Is this a reasonableness, if Melia's heart seems to beat hard. Seeing the closeness of the two of them clearly illustrated in every corner of the school.
“Ough..just like aisyah ever asked about Angga, maybe because there is an excess of taste from him.”My cave in my heart.
The female side is more aggressive, compared to the male side who only receives the ball from there.
My eyes were stupefied, and glared at the couple. Make Mega whisper,”Kayaknya will be a big family Foundation, nich! Hadeuhh, he will appear even longer in front of us!”
“Hust....don't go to people's business!”
“I kepo, you're the one whose eyes didn't blink. Not far rich private detectives who are looking into someone's life. Look out, not focusing on the same job!”she said with a face that was close to my face that was decorated with index fingers that headed towards me.
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The event took place with hidmat, step by step passed very quickly. And now is the banquet time for the guests, with the event presented from the offerings of children. There are singing groups, solo, regional dance dances as well as dances from the west. Not to mention the previous principal who gave offerings as a separation. He is one of the people who pursue the field of art that is not eckek ecek. The sound of a melodious bass type with a handsome stature, this middle-aged man is still very worthy to join the Idol.
The sound of boisterous clapping was heard, some of the educators who had worked with him slightly wiped the water that was dripping on the edge of his eyes. Slightly moved, his singing turned into a poem that was read. I, who disliked the sad atmosphere the most, tried to switch to another place for a breath of fresh air. Since everyone was in the hall, I tried my luck in a place that gave me warmth.
“Ya, sweet tea!”
Pentri choice, maybe there in addition to the warm also I can get the sweet.
It's a crowded place, with some boxes already open. A big box the size of a dus rook splattered there. Right at the end of the room there is a man with the same uniformity of batik from school, “Excuse me, Want to drink first!” I thought it was my courtesy to have the person in the room talk to me. When the man looked back, the face I saw was Angga's.
“Please, uh you mel! Coincidentally meet here..!” Angga said as he stood up from his squatting position.
“Hemmm...ough why?” A forced cynical smile, showing my insecurities towards this condition.
“Get this....!” Angga came up to me with the envelope he gave me.
“What is this?”tanyaku while twitching my finger against the contents of the envelope that Angga gave.
“This is my first salary, I once promised. If anyone gives me a job, I'll split my salary with him. That's half my salary. You don't think nothing. If it wasn't you, I'd still do the same. Accept!”
Although I don't want to accept it, but what can I do. I don't want to say a lot with him, about what kind of technical like what this money will be. Can still be thought of next time.
“Indeed, your money is already a lot of yach. Gajih you khan, still as much as me. Why should I have to foya like this.” revealed me to shrink his heart, because actually his family in Yogya will need it very much.
“I said it's about promise!” Angga again revealed the words he had explained earlier, while leaving to leave me alone in the room.
